
I look ahead at grey feathered clouds
I must find my way to understand
The tide sweeps away my footsteps
Today has not gone as I planned
    Going nowhere, to that place where my fate is crossing with grace
        Where is that sound
        That lifts me away from the ground
Through the gate I’m entering a court
The air is warm and roses bloom
The path is clear while my strides are getting short
My mind and body ready to resume
    Going nowhere, to that special place where my fate is crossing with grace
        “Where” IS the magic
        That would free me from this round
        Where is the music
        Here I am neither lost nor found
The silence will be fill with some strings
Another dance to free the soul
The haze from the aura that swings
I see figures yet they are not in control
    Going nowhere, to a special place where my fate is crossing with grace
        Where is the magic
        Here I am neither lost nor found
        Where is the music
        That would lift me away from this ground
        Where is the magic
        That would free me away from this round
        Where is the music
        Here I am neither lost nor found